Mid Crisis Poem by Satish Verma

Mid Crisis



Unbashed you
come and go in dreams,
like chrysanthemum.

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In captivity
of clouds, the moon paints
your eyes with tears.

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Dethronement of
roses was the art of
bare all artist.

Sunday, September 2, 2018
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